Sanghrila was a vampire city near the Valentine House Training Center, yet it was completely silent that night.
Victor realized this a few minutes after crossing the enormous black gates that separated the outer territories from the vampire urban core.
It wasn't a natural silence, nor a peaceful one. It was the kind of artificial quiet created by people too accustomed to constant danger.
The streets were wide, built with dark stones polished by time, and the buildings possessed that excessively refined architecture typical of ancient vampires, mixing aristocratic luxury with structures that resembled fortresses disguised as ordinary shops.
Even so… there were few people.
Some vampires walked the streets wearing clothes too elegant for the time and place, but everyone seemed too busy to pay attention to their surroundings. No one spoke loudly. No one laughed. There was no disorganized movement like in human cities.
Everything seemed… controlled.
